Battle Scars



Battle Scars

My fingers walk
Of their own accord
Towards the gleaming metal
Promises of relief

Glint off the razor edge
Of hurt, of slicing
Sweet agony
And I’m tempted
To believe

I know I just
Have to make it
Through another night,
Just one more day,
And this may recede

Till then
I’m painfully aware
Of needing to bleed
As much as I need
To breathe

© CM

Day twelve of napowrimo. Thought I’d share this with y’all, along with a message I found today.


Keep the faith,

Cookie ❤

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